Jeff the killer x reader oneshots (aka feeding my inner 13 year old)

soulmate au - not happening

Soulmate au-feeling ur soulmates pain/sharing wounds

*at the age of 16, soulmates begin to share wounds/pain, anything that happened before 16 will not show up on the other unless the first re-injures themselves*

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Whoever your soulmate was?

Needed to calm the fuck down.

Since the age of 16 you had been constantly covered in bruises and cuts, sometimes-you had fucking BULLET WOUNDS. You were constantly in and out of the hospital, pouting within the white sterile walls as you were treated for your various soulmate injuries. Your parents were understandably worried, when one cut or bruise left another three would appear.

You were this close to finding this mother fucker and punching them out if just to make them STOP FOR FIVE SECONDS G'DAMN. If you weren't bruised you were cut, if you weren't cut you had stab wounds, if you didn't have stab wounds you had bullet wounds, and if you didn't have any of that; FUCKER WAS BEING STUPID AND RUINING YOUR LEGS. Your legs were constantly sore, arms sore, everything was sore; as if this fucker was constantly running about and never taking care of themselves.

"If I ever find this fucker I'm going to deck them so hard" you muttered to yourself as you iced your ankle for the 7th time this month, fucker had sprained it, AGAIN. It was near 1 am, you were sore all over with bruises on top of that; you could hardly sleep. You sighed deeply as you heard your window slide open, a fucking serial killer had been making his rounds in your city as of late, and it seems unfortunately he had chosen your home tonight.

"All right listen up you joker-looking fuck" you hissed, swinging your legs around and picking up your metal bat, staring into the shocked eyes of Jeff the killer; who was not ready for your pissed-off ass. "I've had a fucking rough two years dealing with a stupid as fuck soul mate, so either get the fuck out" you twirled the bat, moving to get ready to swing "or get knocked the fuck out" he just stared at you, then curled his chapped lip over his teeth.

"go to sleep" he snarled, dropping to the floor pathetically as you slammed the bat into his head, you groaned as your head exploded with a sharp pain. You stumbled to the side, your vision going fuzzy and edging with darkness, catching yourself on your bed as Jeff lay unconscious on your bedroom floor. "oh no fucking waaaaaay" you nearly screamed, this fucking idiot, was your soulmate!?

You kneeled next to him, pinching his cheek and dropping your head between your shoulders as you felt that same pinch ", oh gods help me"

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Jeff woke up two hours later, tied down in your basement, his legs, arms, torso, and hands all pinned. "what the shit" he grumbled, wincing at the pounding headache he felt. He shook his head, only making it worse "CHRIST would you stop that!" he looked up, seeing the girl he had snuck in to kill and then knocked him the fuck out, standing across from him holding her head "do you have zero self-preservation skills?"

Jeff lurched forward, yelping as the chair tipped forward, and he ended up on the floor. you sighed, closing your eyes and pinching your nose as it flared with pain, you could already feel the blood seeping down. "I gotta be honest this doesn't usually happen" Jeff muttered from the floor, turning his face to glare at the wall. "nooo" you said sarcastically, crouching next to him and resting your chin in your palm "really? I wouldn't've guessed~!" you dropped your false enthusiasm, glaring down at him as he rolled his eyes, struggling to get back up on his 'feet'. You rolled your eyes back and picked up the back of the chair, lifting it and setting it back upright.

Jeff continued to struggle "why the fuck did you even tie me up, gonna call the police n shit?" Jeff taunted, only to yelp as you pinched your arm "ow! The fuck?!...wait" you both stared at each other for a solid minute before Jeff's head dropped with a groan "oh gods help me"